The blank canvas stared back at me,
Left me in agony – or close to.
Close to, I say, because, Jackson Pollock‘s work came to mind.
This was nothing like I did previously. I just splatter the paint, here and there. Drip, there and here. A bit of salt. And so I freed this blank canvas.
(And already, in no time it will hang on a collector’s wall to create a mood…)